Author: Batty
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Spoilers: None
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimers: I don't own them. I wish I did though. I'm just going to borrow them for a little while but I promise to return them unharmed.
My Apeman
by Batty
"Damnit!" Blair Sandburg cursed himself again.
"Why don't I listen to what people tell me? Would that really be so hard? Please God, If you let me get out of this I promise that I'll pay more attention to what people tell me. PleaseohPleaseohPlease."
He tried moving his feet again within the quicksand that he had stumbled into. It was already up to his waist. He was truly stuck. The more he wiggled the further he sunk. He decided to try yelling for help again. Maybe just maybe someone would be out here and hear him.
"Help! Somebody! Anybody! Help! I'm stuck in quicksand!"
He waited and listened. Nothing. He was really going to die.
"THIS SUCKS!" He screamed.
The quicksand was now up to his chest. He started seeing his life pass before his eyes. His time as a child moving around with his nomad of a mother Naomi. His first day in college at age 16. Why was this happening to him now? He just had to come on this expedition to Peru. He didn't know why. He was just compelled to come. And then he didn't watch where he was walking after everybody had told him to watch for quicksand.
"Damnit! Damnit! Damnit!" he chanted.
He had sunk up to his neck now. It felt like some huge monster in some cheesy movie was squeezing the life out of him.
Just before he closed his eyes so the sand wouldn't get in them as he went under he thought he saw a man fall from the trees. He must have been wishful thinking. Nobody knew where he was. Then everything went black.
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The coolness of the clear pool of water felt wondrous on his skin. He was a large man. Hard muscles rippled under velvet suntanned skin. He lay back and floated enjoying what was left of the day. He let his mind drift back to the dream that he'd had the night before. He saw the face of a beautiful boy. He had long chestnut curls that framed his face perfectly.
He was jerked out of his daydream by the sound of a human scream. He swam to the edge of the pool and got out. He waited to see if he could hear it again. Finally he heard it again. He headed in the direction of the screaming. He was farther away than he anticipated. When he finally reached where he had heard the scream coming from he saw a head of chestnut curls going under the surface of a pool of quicksand.
Quickly he looked around for a way to reach the person in the middle of the pool of quicksand. There was a tree beside the pool that was mostly dead. He got on the opposite side of the tree and pushed with all his strength. The tree finally fell over and was just long enough to rest on the opposite side of the pool of quicksand.
He climbed out onto the downed tree. He stuck his hand down in the sand where he saw the head go down. He could feel a shoulder. He grabbed onto it and pulled. When he finally got the person over to the side of the pool of quicksand he looked down and could tell it was a young man. A boy. The boy from his dream. He felt under the boy's nose for breath. When he couldn't feel any he put his mouth on the boy's and breathed into his mouth.
He felt a shock go through his body. He jerked back and looked down at the boy. The boy coughed and took in a ragged breath. When he was sure the boy was going to keep breathing he picked the boy up and carried him off into the jungle.
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Blair woke slowly. He was floating. Floating where his mind asked? He wanted to open his eyes but for some reason they seemed glued shut. He could feel cool water all around him. Boy did it feel good. I could stay like this forever he thought to himself. Someone with strong yet gentle arms held him. He felt comfortable and safe. As he slipped into sleep he relaxed in to the strong arms that held him.
The large man carried the limp body of the boy into the pool to clean the quicksand off of him. He carefully sank down into the cool water with his precious find. Slowly and carefully he used one arm to hold the boy while with the other he used the water to clean away the muck. As the drying sand was washed away he was amazed at the beauty that was revealed.
When he was done with the cleaning he stepped out of the pool and lay the boy down on a mattress of moss that he had arranged in the sun. He lay down beside his dream come true and just stared for a while. He didn't know why this young man had been sent to him but he knew that they were destined to be together forever.
For now he would sleep and watch over his soon to be mate. The large man curled himself around his new charge and slipped into slumber. He dreamed of the day of consummation.
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He was stuck in the quicksand. The more he struggled the tighter its hold became.
`I have to get out of here' Blair thought to himself. `If I don't, I'm going to die.'
He began to struggle harder but to no avail. He felt like he was trapped within steel. It was getting harder to breathe. He started gasping for breath.
Then, suddenly, the pressure eased, and he realized he wasn't stuck in the quicksand anymore. Why was it so dark? Oh yeah, `open your eyes stupid.'
He slowly opened his eyes and stared straight up into the bluest pair of eyes he had ever seen. A man was holding him. The biggest man he had ever seen.
When he realized that he was lying down and in the arms of another man he panicked.
The big man just tightened his arms around Blair and smiled down at him.
When he realized he couldn't possibly break the larger man's grip on him he stopped thrashing. It was the smile that got through to him in the end.
This man's smile seemed to come from deep within him. His eyes held such emotion. He knew deep down that this man meant him no harm. He was still nervous though. The guy still had not said a word.
`Ok, so I'll start.' Blair thought.
"Um, hi," He said and smiled.
The man's smile grew even bigger, if that was possible. Apparently it was. But the big guy still didn't reply. Blair was starting to get nervous again.
"Do you speak English?" He paused but there was still no reply. "Do you speak at all?" There was still no reply.
Slowly he tried to sit up. At first the big man didn't seem to want to let him go, but he seemed to understand what Blair was trying to do and finally permitted it.
When he was finally sitting with his legs crossed under him, he took a moment to look at the big man sitting across from him. The man was built like a Greek god. He was wearing a type of loincloth like some of the natives of the region wore and nothing else. And he was staring at Blair with such intensity. The young man felt like a mouse being stalked by a cat.
After sitting there quietly for a few minutes, he realized he was in desperate need to relieve himself. As he started to stand up the big man reached out and captured his wrist in an almost vise like grip. Surprisingly enough it wasn't tight enough to hurt.
"No, it's ok," Blair said "I just need to…you know?" He made a gesture with his hand, hopefully getting his point across.
The man looked at him kind of confused at first. Then he seemed to realize what the young man meant and let go of his wrist. He nodded his head in understanding but still did not utter a word.
As Blair moved to find a private place to relieve himself the big man started to follow him.
Blair turned and put his hand on the man's sculpted chest. He felt a warm tingling feeling where his bare hand touched the larger man's bare skin. He jerked his hand away, startled at the sensation.
"No…that's ok. I don't need any help." He pointed at the man and said, "You stay here. I'll be right back, ok?"
The big man nodded his head and crossed his arms over his chest. `Man he looked like one of those big, wooden Indians.'
As Blair slowly made his way to a clump of bushes, he wondered to himself, `How do I get myself into these things? First I get lost from my expedition, and now I've found Tarzan. Only you, Sandburg, only you.'
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Blair sat with his new friend and tried to decide what to do with him. If he had any hope of getting back to his expedition this guy was it. But the big man hadn't said a word. He just sat across from Blair and stared at him. He had this loopy grin on his face the whole time. Finally, Blair decided to try something. He had to get communication going.
"So…what's your name, man?" He asked. The man just smiled at him.
"Ok, this isn't working. Maybe he doesn't speak English."
The young man put his hands on his chest and slowly said, "I'm Blair." He then put his hands to the larger man's chest, gave him a questioning look, and waited. The man looked puzzled. He opened his mouth as if to speak and then angrily stood and walked to the edge of the clearing. He just stood there with his body rigid and his back to Blair.
"Ok, that totally sucked," he said.
The young man slowly got up and walked over to his new friend. He put his hand on the man's shoulder and felt the tension drain from the muscular body. The big man turned around and took Blair by the hand. He led him back through the jungle a ways and stopped at a small hut. If he hadn't been led directly to it, he never would have seen it.
The man led him into the hut. It was cool, and bigger on the inside than it looked from outside. As he stood in the middle of the dwelling the man went to what looked like an ammunition box. He opened it and pulled out something. He walked back to Blair and put a set of dog tags in the young man's hand.
Blair held them up to the little bit of light streaming through the small window on one side of the hut. He read the name 'Captain James J. Ellison. U.S. Army Rangers'. He looked back up into the clearest blue eyes he had ever seen. They reflected the hurt that this man had inside him.
"What happened?" Blair asked.
The man took him back outside into the light and squatted in front of the hut. Blair squatted beside him when the man took a stick and started to draw in the dirt. He drew a picture of what Blair took to be a helicopter and how it had crashed in the jungle. He also drew six stick figures and then put an X through them. Blair looked up at him with tears in his eyes when he was done.
"I'm so sorry Jim." He said as he pulled the man into a hug.
And so Blair sat there with Jim and held the large man as he cried.
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Blair held the larger man while he cried. There was no telling what horrors his new friend had seen. It must have been terrible having to bury the men of his unit. And to be out in this jungle by himself for God knows how long? Blair just couldn't imagine it.
After what seemed like forever the big man quieted. Blair just sat there holding him. Finally he couldn't wait any longer. "Jim? Are you going to be ok?" he asked.
Jim tightened his hold on the smaller man and shook his head. Then very slowly he looked up into Blair's deep blue eyes "I am now. You're here," he whispered. His voice was hoarse from disuse, but he had spoken.
Blair's face lit up with one of the brightest smiles that Jim had ever seen.
As Jim stood up, Blair tried to take a step back to give him room. But Jim had other ideas. He pulled Blair into a firm embrace.
Blair had to tilt his head back to look at Jim. He could get lost in those pale blue eyes.
Slowly Jim lowered his head and pressed his lips to Blair's. At first the younger man tensed, but he quickly began to melt in the bigger man's arms.
When Blair's lips parted, Jim explored the warm moist cavern of the younger man's mouth like the unknown territory it was.
Blair sighed into the kiss. He knew the jungle was hot, but he was burning up. His head was spinning. He had never been kissed like this before. Hell, if this was kissing, then he had never been kissed before at all.
Suddenly Blair realized that Jim was undressing him. When he finally had to pull out of the kiss for much needed oxygen, he began to mumble "Jim? Jim? What…What are you doing?"
Jim just growled. At least it sounded like a growl to Blair. It was like Jim wanted to devour him. Was devouring him. A small voice in the back of his mind said he should slow down. Take a step back and think about what was happening, but he couldn't. He couldn't get enough of this god-like man who had found him in the jungle and saved his life.
When Jim had finished divesting Blair of his clothes, he picked the smaller man up and carried him back into the hut. Jim placed Blair on his sleeping pallet and, removing his meager clothing, lay down next to his soon to be mate.
Jim pulled Blair back into his arms and began kissing him again. As he deepened the kiss, he slowly rolled the distracted Blair beneath him. Then he began to explore the younger man's writhing body.
Blair thought he was going to die from all the stimulation. Jim was touching and licking every inch of his body.
By the time Jim reached Blair's weeping erection he thought he would have to tie the younger man down to keep from being bucked off. Skillfully holding the man's hips down, he tasted that which he desired the most, the very essence of his mate.
When Jim's mouth engulfed his erection Blair's heart skipped a beat. The warm moist heat was almost too much.
Jim ran his tongue all around the shaft. He loved hearing the moans this elicited from his new lover. He slowly took the organ in to the root. Then pulled back with just the slightest bit of suction. This brought on more moaning and even a little squeal. At this Jim sped up his tempo and increased the suction.
Blair couldn't think straight. He couldn't form a coherent thought to save his life. When it finally hit him, his climax was so intense he lost consciousness.
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Blair awoke slowly, and a feeling of pure contentment flooded through him as he felt Jim's arms still wrapped around him, the strong hard body spooned up against his. Jim must have sensed his waking and he trailed one hand across the front of Blair's stomach, caressing the warm skin, whilst the other stroked his head, fingers combing through the tangled curls. Blair felt no inclination to move - ever.
Suddenly his companion's body stiffened and the magic hands stilled. He was abruptly rolled over onto his stomach and Jim moved rapidly out of the doorway. "Fine!" Blair muttered, "Call of the wild I suppose." Lying on his stomach made him realize that his bladder was uncomfortably full, and he pushed himself up off the bed and wandered out to hunt for a suitable spot.
When he caught sight of Jim he stopped. The man stood with his face lifted in the air, eyes closed as if he were scenting the air, like a wild animal. Then he turned his head and appeared to be listening intently for a moment. Blair listened too, but he could hear nothing other than the buzzing and chirping that was the normal background noise for this type of territory. He watched, fascinated as Jim then opened his mouth as if tasting the air itself, and in that moment his heart missed a beat. Then he shook his head. Don't be stupid, he told himself, he's just using his army training to check for danger.
Dammit, this quest for a sentinel was becoming an obsession.
He moved a few yards further away and took care of his most pressing need. As he walked back Jim ran to him, tugging on his arm, and pointing towards the jungle. "What's the problem, big guy?" Jim's frantic gestures left Blair in no doubt that he wanted them to leave, and leave immediately. "I don't suppose you'd like to tell me what's wrong?" Blair didn't expect an answer. Apart from those very few words early on, Jim had not spoken. It was as if he had forgotten speech as a way of communicating. "Well, you know this place a lot better than I do. If you think we need to go, we'll go."
Wishing he had managed at least to get a drink of water or some fruit, Blair followed his tall, handsome rescuer into the jungle. Before long he realized that wherever his new friend was going he was finding Blair an easy trail, leading him around the densest vegetation and keeping to the most even ground. After about an hour, 45 minutes too long as far as Blair was concerned, Jim stopped and raised a finger to his lips. Blair listened hard. Sure enough he could hear something in the distance which did not fit in with the normal noises. A few minutes later he realized that it was men, talking as they hacked their way through the undergrowth.
"Jim! That's wonderful! Now we can get home!" He patted the tall man on the arm, but Jim only frowned and shook his head. Placing his hand firmly over Blair's mouth, Jim again raised his finger to his lips. It seemed that his self appointed guardian had no intention of letting him communicate with the new arrivals. "It's okay!" he whispered, "You want to go home, don't you Jim? See your family again? These men can help - they must have a way out of here." The sound that came from deep within his companion sounded more like the growl of a big cat than a human noise. Blair tilted his head as he looked at the thunderous expression on Jim's face. "Look, we need help if we're ever going to get back home, I lost everything in that quicksand."
He started to move toward the sounds but Jim grabbed him roughly by the shoulder and pulled him back. "Hey! Don't do that!" For the first time he felt nervous. This man was a lot bigger and stronger than he was, and he stood very little chance of winning any physical contest. The other man took a step back and let go of him, as if he sensed the flare of fear. "Look, I really like you, but I don't want to stay here forever. Come with me." He held out his hand, but Jim just shook his head, becoming more agitated. He opened his mouth a couple of times, and Blair realized he was trying to speak. The words were grated out, "Don't go! Bad!"
Shaking his head sadly, Blair moved away towards the voices and the promises of home. "Sorry, big guy, I'll miss you too." He heard Jim following him, and turned to give him an encouraging smile. He could hear the voices more clearly now, close enough to hear a shout anyway. "Hey! Hey! Hang on!"
The sounds stopped instantly, and an American voice called back, "Come on over, buddy." He glanced back, but there was no sign of Jim. Sighing he moved on towards the hidden men.
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end part 6